100 years after the Second Wizarding War, and the Death Eaters are back. Hogwarts, newly rebuilt, has to muster a new courage, for the game has changed. A new story is rising. It's a new Age, a new Life and a new Generation. It's time for a Revolution.

Jackson sat in the corner of a sofa, listening to the fire and absentmindedly playing with the pillow on his lap. Should he bring it with him? Should he learn the spell to make it come to him, or learn how to conjure one? Conjuring would probably be hardest, and asking for help learning to conjure a pillow might raise suspicion...

Theo never took her Prefect duties seriously, thinking that maybe if she just ignored them they would eventually go away. The badge never stopped her from breaking the rules, she still had a crowd to entertain and some less fortunate targets cursing her; at some point she tried purposely docking off points and assigning them to Hufflepuff, until finally she unpinned the damned thing off her chest and lost it somewhere inside her yellow bag. Unfortunately, all her effort seemed to have been in vain when a new badge arrived that summer, all shiny and stating that she was being promoted to Head Girl, of all things. Which would have been fine, Theo might have ignored that too, only if Gran hadn’t found out about it.

Theo loved her sister, she really did, Nora was her little most precious thing besides Muffle and Quentin; but apparently Gran had brainwashed Nora, that was the only obvious explanation, because there was no way Nora would have said anything to Gran if her mind was still her own. Now, being in Hufflepuff was already insult enough, being Head Girl of the said House was probably worse, according to dear ol’ Gran; and just, no matter what Theo did, she’d probably end up dead the moment she stepped out of Hogwarts, her own Gran would sell her to the Death Eaters or something-

Starting from her thoughts, the pink-haired girl leaned backwards in her chair. She moved her arm from the round table, realizing it had fallen asleep; she had rested her head on it too long. Theo squeezed and released her fist a couple of times, trying to rid it of the uncomfortable feeling. Her fingers were smudged with ink and on the table before her lay quill and parchment, her tiny handwriting dotting a couple of lines of an unfinished letter. She was really, really trying to be more serious this year and to make a good Head Girl; it was so dull she wanted to cry sometimes, but closer she was to graduating, the more Howlers Muffle got from Gran whenever Theo stepped out of line.

Grunting, Theo dumped both the parchment and quill back inside her bag; she felt far too stressed to concentrate on the letter. Homework seemed even less appealing, so she promptly dismissed the thought. And yet she needed to do something. It was a slow and lazy afternoon, she didn’t have a scheduled patrol for another hour at least; so, turning on her chair, Theo’s eyes travelled back and forth as she scanned the basement for any sentient beings. She caught Jackson, hugged in the corner of one of the overstuffed sofas; and stood to try and sneak up on him. She sagged over the back of the sofa, a little to the right behind the poor boy, and exclaimed gleefully, “Heeey, Jackson!”

"Ack-" flailing her arms Theo staggered backwards, having got a face full of pillow. She was in red alert by the time she got away from the feathery menace, hands now positioned in front of her head to ward off any further attack. “Cease fire! It’s me, Theo.” Hopefully her name rang a bell. She hadn’t talked to Jackson in ages.

Okay, well, she hadn’t talked to anyone in ages. Anyway. Circling the sofa, careful to keep a friendly distance from Jackson’s reach, she plopped down at the other end. If she were honest, she hadn’t expected to so easily sneak up on the blind boy; she’d expected him to have heard her before anything, didn’t blind people have like super-hearing or something? But maybe Jackson hadn’t been paying attention, as she sometimes got caught up in her own little world and failed to notice anything else around her.

Theo fidgeted in her seat, trying to make herself more comfortable. Her eyes kept on the younger Hufflepuff a moment before she cast her gaze over to the hearth. The flames danced in the gentle warmth, as they always did. “So.” Awkward. Between mixing a potions and causing trouble, Theo forgot to learn how to casually interact with people. “’sup?”

Seb was dutifully writing out his History of Magic assignment in the chair closest to the roaring fire, enjoying the way the heat rushed out to caress his down turned face. He had one ear listening out to the common room around him, keeping track of where Noah was and making sure all was well with everyone else. It was his responsibility, after-all.

The scratch of his quill hurried along, and he sighed a little, rubbing his eyes with a free hand. He could use a distraction, but unless one presented itself he would continue on with his paper until it was done. (Someone Hufflepuff come talk to meeeee)

Jackson reached the end of the page and rubbed his eyes. The fire dried them out and made them hurt, but it made the rest of him warm. He knew it was late, there was hardly anyone else around, but he had to finish this chapter at the very least. He shifted the heavy book on his lap to a slightly more comfortable position and started reading the next page, his fingers moving slowly over the raised dots.

It was late, much later than even he thought, and yet the charms assignment in front of him was still there, staring him in the face. He had written and crossed out lines so many times the parchment was getting thin in spots, his indecision showing through. Why had he put this off so long? He now had no choice but to stay up until it was finished, no matter how long it took.

He yawned and stretched his arms high over his head, trying to get the feeling back in his muscles that had been still so long. As he looked around the first time in hours he noticed how empty the common room had become. He had only noticed when Noah had left some time ago, as he always kept an eye on where his little brother was, and since then the room had emptied. Seb wished he was in bed along with his fellow housemates.

Before settling back into his work, he caught sight of the one other occupant of the room. Near the fire sat a younger student, large book nestled in his lap. Seb at once knew who it was; as a prefect he learned all his house mates on sight.

Jackson sat up straighter as another student addressed him, an older boy, asking if he was studying, too. Jackson let his head fall back against the couch and groaned. "'S my own fault." He smiled humorlessly. "It takes me longer to read than others, but I keep putting it off until I can't anymore and this happens. I ought to write a report on it, too, but that's not due until day after tomorrow. What about you?" Jackson was glad for the interruption, perhaps a break was just what they needed.